Hsmtmts season 2 fillers

Break a Leg...Not Other Body Parts

Summery:

When the rope breaks while practicing the transformation scene, Ashlyn & Ricky are injured and the entire Wildcats gang ends up spending the night at the hospital—not quite the coed sleepover they all had been planning! But during the night, hands are held, discussions are had, and words of love are shared—maybe something good can come out of this after all.

Set immediately following S210, canon compliant.

Co-written by jessbean3455 (me) & phoebenpiper on ao3. (Again if you haven't checked her out, do it! She's a super talented writer)

Trigger warnings: broken bones, vomiting, and hospital settings.

See the end for the author's note!

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Ashlyn

We'd left our sleepover to check out the Broadway plans Howie had supplied, and now everyone was gathered around the stage as we rehearsed the new transformation scene.

"Now!" I whispered to my boyfriend. He nodded and started wheeling the pulley system, which slowly lifted Ricky up into the air.

As he rose higher and higher, I stood up, his feet now well above my head. This was just a rehearsal, with the two of us only partially in costume, but it was clear that this was the answer we'd been looking for, what we'd needed to make this scene work.

And it wasn't just me who thought that—everyone was smiling and cheering...

Until the snap.

And then another.

"Uh oh."

The whole thing happened so fast! I could have moved out of the way, but I knew that I was the only one close enough to do anything. I was practically under him already, whereas everyone else was scattered several feet away, so I knew I was the only one with enough time in that instant to reach him.

As the final thread broke loose, Ricky screamed and I stepped under him, hoping to catch his fall. I ultimately didn't completely succeed, but I was able to slow down his fall tremendously.

It just wasn't enough. I underestimated the force of Ricky's body, mixed with the momentum he already had, and he knocked me off my feet. Without thinking, I automatically reached my arm out to catch myself as we both came crashing down. Ricky did the same, reaching his hand out to prevent his face from hitting first. I heard his right knee slam into the hard wooden floor as my wrist snapped, followed immediately by shooting pain as Ricky landed atop me.

Even though I attempted to prevent my head from hitting, it still did. After the impact, I left it lying on the stage, dully throbbing in the momentarily stillness.

For several seconds, we both lay there, moaning in pain, with the others too shocked to do anything. Ricky was half on top of me, and I felt like I was suffocating. But as the initial shock settled, Big Red was the first to come running to our aid, and everyone else quickly followed behind.

"Are you guys okay!?"

It was kind of a dumb question, but I guess Biggie asked on instinct, his face white and panicked.